Chapter 141: Idle Clouds

Silence held for half a minute. Then Salvatore Casson formed a hand seal with his right hand and tapped a finger to Azakiel's brow. A thread of Immortal Energy slipped in. The faint spark of vitality inside the old monk stirred, kindled, and flared into a blaze of living fire. Light burst from him in an instant. The phone in his hand slipped free and clacked onto the table. Azakiel immediately sat down cross-legged and entered meditation. His features settled into a solemn, sacred calm. A halo...